Humans make choices, and destiny has its tracks.
And what drives people along their predetermined path is desire.
In the dark space, Reirfu sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.
In front of him, a brand new crystal ball floated quietly.
Inside the ball, star clusters rotated, their direction opposite to the starry sky, resembling a giant, translucent eyeball.
After a while, Reirfu opened his eyes, which were bloodshot, and he had an expression of disbelief.
He had just used his Ability to Control Objects as a clue, exhausting all his strength to divine, and the result... he saw a giant, twisted puppet!
"Control... vivification...."
"It's consistent with the information Night Raven Sister reported earlier!"
"The variable... is someone from the Church!"
"It's someone from the Person of the Principle faction!"
Blood seeped from Reirfu's eyes, slowly dripping down his cheek.
"Teacher told me to be careful of the Person of the Principle, was this what he meant?"
"Then why... would they do this?"
Reirfu fell into a long silence.
But no matter how he thought or divined, he couldn't get a reasonable answer.
Finally, he let out a long sigh, looked at the gray feather pen scribbling beside him, and made a decision in his heart.
"The operation of the destiny track is still too slow...."
His eyes met the crystal ball, and both began to flip simultaneously, his dilated pupils and the back full of granulation tissue alternating, like a coin tossed in the air, showing heads and tails.
Those five lucky coins were actually a differentiation of his ability.
Since there was no turning back now, he might as well raise the stakes.
The gray feather pen, which had been scribbling beside him, paused for a moment before speeding up its writing.
........
On the edge of Black Alley, the crowd was packed tightly.
On one side, the Stationed Army and security forces held shields, dressed in uniform; on the other side, the residents of Black Alley were dressed in rags, their faces full of indignation.
Black Alley had no production capacity; food and water were basically supplied from outside. This inexplicable blockade made the masses furious.
"Why are you blockading us!!" a Black Alley resident angrily questioned.
A fully armed Stationed Army officer responded loudly:
"Black Alley contains dangerous explosives, and the dangerous criminal Zacro from the Twelfth District. For the safety of the city, martial law and searches must be implemented for a period of time!"
"What kind of safety is that! You Upper City people are just afraid of us Black Alley unifying!" A man with gang tattoos on his body cursed as he threw a stone at the Stationed Army, hitting a shield hard.
Then, people from the Black Alley side also began to frantically throw various things.
At first, both sides maintained a distance. The Stationed Army only used shields to block.
Suddenly, "Bang—!" A sudden gunshot, and the scene instantly erupted into chaos.
"The Upper City people shot!"
"They want us dead! Fight!"
The crowd gradually surged over the blockade line, charging towards the Stationed Army behind the fence, and conflict thus broke out.
Amidst the crowd, a short figure was frantically fleeing.
He had a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, protecting his right prosthetic eye, constantly dodging various impacts.
This person was none other than the Mad Doctor who had just escaped from the Steel Serpent's Lair.
"Oh! Damn it! I knew I shouldn't have come to this damn New Continent!"
"It's full of damn lunatics here!"
"A mere small gang leader actually dares to covet our achievements!"
The short figure cursed as he walked back.
He finally managed to get out of the chaotic crowd, only to see a hollow gun barrel pressed against his forehead, scaring him so much that goosebumps rose all over his body:
"Don't, don't kill me!! I'm a doctor! I'm an alchemist! I'm very valuable!!"
"Oh?"
The owner of the gun seemed a little surprised,
"Hehe, it seems my luck has finally accumulated enough, no need for a second shot."
The Mad Doctor watched, trembling with fear, as the gun barrel moved away, finally seeing the person who spoke.
It was a woman. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a strange, evil beauty. Her gaudy scarlet long dress looked as if it had just been pulled from a pool of blood.
Second shot?
What did she mean?
Was the first shot that caused the chaos fired by her?
The woman in the red dress smiled at him:
"Hello, Doctor, my name is Lisa. My younger brother is injured; can you come back with me to take a look?"
The Mad Doctor swallowed, he had a feeling.
If he refused, he would definitely suffer misfortune!
"Alright... alright..."
Lisa smiled happily, looking harmless.
But her eyes gradually lost their lively light.
....
Upon reaching the target location.
The Mad Doctor couldn't help but be stunned. The woman's younger brother was actually the excellent material he had been longing for before! That dark-skinned kid named Manba!
Wait... could these two be remnants of the Black Serpent?!
"Doctor, how is my brother?" Lisa asked in a low voice, startling the Mad Doctor, who quickly began to examine him.
After some time, the Mad Doctor said:
"He... is not doing well. The potion has been effective for too long, and his blood vessels are a bit too swollen. But your luck is good that you found me. I'm not boasting, but in a small place like yours, I'm probably the only one who can perform that kind of surgery!"
"That's great, Doctor, please save him quickly." Lisa pointed the gun at his head again.
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Sweat broke out on the Mad Doctor's forehead,
"I'm a doctor, not a priest! I need an operating room! I need tools! And your brother also needs a suitable prosthetic limb! If you can get them, I'll help you with the surgery!"
The Mad Doctor swallowed. He actually knew that the Black Serpent still had a hidden operating room and some inferior prosthetic limbs.
He guessed that the woman probably didn't know, so he planned to use this to gain an equal opportunity to communicate with this crazy woman.
To have her take him out of Black Alley after the surgery was successful!
However, Lisa didn't follow his line of thought and question him.
Instead, after a few seconds of thought, she took out two coins and flipped them.
"Clink—"
The coins landed in her palm, both showing heads.
Lisa smiled radiantly and said:
"Let's go, Doctor, I'll take you to the operating room."
"The suitable prosthetic limb you mentioned will definitely be there too."
The Mad Doctor was stunned, feeling incredibly absurd.